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Room for Rent Part 2
By Leslie Schmidt
Jeff had let his mind wander as he watched Monica sitting on the sofa reading. She was really a great kid-truly the center of his life-and after the tragedy of watching her mother die from an infection after a botched C-section, he never felt the need for having anyone else in his life. When she was younger there'd been a couple of flings but since Monica had turned six she had become all the companion he needed. He still dated occasionally but he kept them all firmly in the 'friend zone.'
At 5:15 he'd finished up what he needed to get done and headed home.
On the following Wednesday, Jeff had to work late. He'd spent the entire morning in meetings and then there was the usual Wednesday lunch get together of the staff. About two the office had quieted down and he told the receptionist that he was going to close himself in his office and, please, could she run interference for him. With his door closed and different parts of the db spread across three screens he lost himself in work. When his desk clock chimed three thirty he was startled to see how much time had passed, but still, he'd gotten a lot done.
He opened his laptop and signed into the house server, then looked around. Tom was sitting in his room at his own computer. Obviously he was working on something. The upstairs were empty except for the white and orange cat laying in a spot of sun on the sofa. Right on cue, Monica came up the walk to the front door at 3:45 and let herself in.
She dropped her pack in the living room, went to the bathroom and then to her bedroom for her phone. She was in the kitchen getting a snack when she took her phone out of her pocket.
"Hi darling," Jeff said when his phone rang.
"Hi daddy, I'm home."
"How was school?"
"Fine, kind of a boring day."
"Do you have much homework?"
"The usual."
"Is it alright if I work a bit late tonight, maybe get home around eight or eight-thirty?"
"Sure."
"Get yourself a snack; I'll bring pizza home, OK?"
"OK."
"Well, get your homework done before you watch TV or play any games."
"OK."
"Love you dear."
"I love you too daddy."
Ten minutes later she was sitting on the couch with a hot pocket, her lap top and the TV was on. A quick check of the server activity showed that, at least, she was logged into the school's website, so she was doing homework.
Jeff went back to work and, again, lost himself in the task until some movement on the screen caught his eye. Monica had gotten up and went into the kitchen. She went to the stairway down to the basement and called. Tom looked up from his computer and replied, then Monica headed down the stairs. She walked over to where he was sitting at his desk and two of them talked, then they went upstairs together. In the living room, Monica showed Tom something on her computer and they talked more. Then Tom pulled out a piece of paper and sat down on the sofa next to Monica.. With her arm around his neck, he worked a problem with a pencil, then picked up her calculator and made some entries, then more writing and then he showed her the result on the calculator. He held the pencil for her. She looked at her computer, then started writing. He watched. She did some work on the calculator, then wrote on the paper. When she looked up he said something encouraging and she smiled, then leaned over and kiss him.
They talked some more and Monica wrote down another problem which they worked together, then a third, and then, the fourth, she worked without him saying anything. When she'd finished he said something to her and, again, she leaned up and they kissed.
It was a short kiss but it was followed with a longer one and she put her arms around his neck. He brought his hands up and put one on her shoulder and the other on her side. Now the casual kisses turned more ardent as they opened their mouths and their tongues touched.
Jeff's cock started to swell as he watched Tom move his hand up Monica's side and start rubbing her left nipple with his thumb through her sweatshirt. Jeff looked up at his door, then went to it and looked out. The outer office was mostly empty; the receptionist had gone home as had all but a couple of the data entry people. The lights in his boss' office were off.
Jeff locked his door and went back to his desk just in time to see Monica rise up and climb across Tom's lap, facing him.
"I guess the homework's done," Jeff said under his breath.
Now Tom had both his hands on her sides and was massaging both of the girl's nipples. Monica was starting to breathe harder. She dropped her hands from around his neck and put them on Tom's hands, then pushed them down to the hem of her shirt, then lifted them up, pulling her shirt tail up too.
Tom's moved his hands under the ten year old's shirt, his fingers on her ribs and his thumbs on her nipples. Monica moved hers up to Tom's shoulders, then leaned back some, breaking the kiss. She was biting her lips and had her eyes closed as she took a deep breath and then shivered. When she opened them and looked back at Tom her eyes were huge and dark. She said something and Tom replied with a smile. There was no sound but Jeff could read his daughter's lips when she said, "that feels good."
Tom leaned forward and they kissed some more, teasing each other's tongues. Then, holding her by the ribs, Tom lifted the preteen girl and moved her to the side as he also lay down. Suddenly they were laying together on the couch. Tom was against the back and Monica was laying next to him, facing up with her knees over his thigh.
From his vantage point, Jeff could only see the back of Tom's head as the two kissed but he could definitely see Tom's hand moving under Monica's shirt. He'd moved his other arm around so Monica was laying across it. They continued to make out, Monica had one of her hands on the back of Tom's neck and the other behind him, between him and the couch.
Tom moved his hand down from under the girl's shirt and then started pulling up on the hem but it was caught. After just uncovering the bottom of her ribs on one side, Monica said something and then, with her free arm, pulled her shirt up as she lifted her back off the cushions. The shirt came free and Tom pushed it up to uncover her chest.
Jeff had noticed that, over the summer, Monica's areolas had grown larger and become a shade darker. Before they had been dime size and almost the same color as the skin that surrounded them but now they were nickel size and a couple shades darker. He was surprised to see that they were now pushed up into slight rounded cones. Jeff had to reposition his cock as he watched Tom start to rub and caress his daughter's budding breasts.
Monica seemed to hold him tighter and her body seemed to rock slightly to him. When she lifted her thigh she rubbed it against the unmistakable bulge in the loose sweat pants Tom was wearing. When she did this she seemed to laugh and say something-she looked embarrassed-but Tom just laughed a little and then moved his mouth down to Monica's chest.
She clutched his head and arched her back as he closed his lips around her left nipple. Jeff could see the groan on her face. She held on to him, holding his mouth to her nipple for almost a minute before he moved to the other. At the same time he slid his hand down across her stomach and into her crotch.
Jeff watched as the realization came across his daughter. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment but then she was obviously overcome by the sensation of his lips and tongue on her nipples and she relaxed, again closing her eyes but also letting her thighs move apart.
Tom ran his fingers up and down against the denim of her jeans, rubbing the ten year old's sex through the tough fabric. Slowly, Monica's thighs moved further apart and she even started to flare her hips up against his hand. He lifted his face away from her chest and kissed her and, at the same time, moved his hand up, then tried to push it down inside her pants.
Monica pulled back from his kiss and they looked at each other. Then, with a smile, she reached down and undid the button on her jeans. As he pushed his hand down, opening her zipper and showing Jeff her red panties, she spread her legs further. Then, as Tom fingered her preteen pussy, Monica's eyes slowly lost focus and then closed.
Jeff looked across at the door-yes it was locked. As he watched his ten year old daughter being molested he leaned back in his chair and undid his belt. He worked his pants down some, just half way over his ass and grasped his rod.
Monica's hips were rocking rhythmically and she was pushing her head back into the cushions with her eyes closed. Then Tom said something and she stopped, looking at him. She smiled and replied and all Jeff could see was Tom gesturing down with his head and rolling slightly away from the girl. She tentatively moved her hand across her belly, then smiled and giggled. Now, when Tom started fingering Monica's cunt again, Monica's arm was moving too.
The couple started rubbing and kissing more and over the next few minutes both of their movements became more ardent. Monica was humping up against Tom's hand as Tom was pushing his hips forward against Monica's side. Jeff could well imagine what it felt like to have the bottom of is cock rubbing against the soft skin of the preteen's side as she cupped the top with her hand.
The movement on the couch became more and more fervent. They were no longer kissing, Monica's head was pushed back, her eyes scrunched closed and her mouth open as Tom buried his face in her neck, then threw his head back and blew into her hair. They both shoved their hips up and shivered, then again and again after that, then they both started to relax.
Monica opened her eyes, sort of like she was coming too, then she got a confused and wondering expression as she lifted her hand and looked at it. Even Jeff could see the wet smeared on her wrist and arm. Tom started to laugh and, after a moment, she did too. She rubbed it against his chest, smearing his cum onto his shirt. Tom rolled back and Jeff could see the wet cum on her side and ribs. Tom used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe more cum off her.
Jeff looked down at his own cum covered fingers. Some had run over the back of his hand and onto the flap over the zipper of his pants-there'd be a bit of a wet spot there for a while. He used five sheets of Kleenex to wipe up the mess (even some on the leather seat) as the kids got straightened out.
Monica got off the couch and stood up, then looked down at herself, then did up her pants. As Tom climbed off the sofa and worked his shirt off over his head, she went into the bathroom. He followed and they talked while she used a wash cloth to clean her side. Then she said something and he left. She closed the door, then pushed her pants down and sat down on the toilet. Meanwhile Tom went through the kitchen and headed down stairs.
Just after he got himself put back together, Jeff called his daughter to ask what kind of pizza she wanted and would Tom like to have some too.
As he drove home, Jeff realized that he'd have to upgrade his system. There were two problems. First, there was only minimal coverage in the basement, he'd only installed two cameras there. One was in the bathroom. It looked across the room into the mirror, thus giving a view of both the sink area and the shower. Even the toilet was covered. The second camera gave an overall view of the room from just under one of the high window ledges. But, there was no camera over the bed and, Jeff knew, that that's where the action would move to. Second, he needed sound-sound throughout the house.
Luckily, when he had furnished the basement he'd not done anything with the ceiling, it was still open rafters with exposed pipes, vents, and electrical conduits. But, of course, he was pretty sure that Tom spent a lot of time staring at the ceiling over the bed so he'd probably notice any changes. There were lots of ways to hide a camera but it might be noticed.
Sound would be easy-there were cameras with sound and pictures that used the Cat5 cabling he'd wired the house with. He'd just have to replace three cameras, one in Monica's bedroom, one in the living room and one on the kitchen. The new one going into the basement would also need to have sound.
The next day, while both the kids where at school, Jeff took a close look around the basement. There was a well placed vent that ran right over the bed. The hanger was attached with screws-a missing screw wouldn't be out of the ordinary. That afternoon he ordered the equipment and paid extra for overnight delivery. That evening, while Tom had gone to the library and Monica was watching TV, Jeff went back down into the basement.
The vent ran across the room, emerging from the wall over the head of the bed. There was a grate in the middle of the room that pointed down, providing part of the heat for the basement, then it continued on to where it turned up to a grate in the kitchen floor. Jeff pulled at that end and, with a groan, it came free. The next pull resulted in a loud pop at the other end and some dust fell along its whole length. Jeff brushed off his hands and left.
Sure enough, five minutes after Tom had pulled into the driveway he came into the living room. "Jeff, there's a problem with one of the vents in the basement."
Once down stairs, Jeff pushed it up but it fell back. "Well, let me see if I can tie it up for now, I'll have to fix it this weekend," Jeff said. "Damn, I guess I broke it--I moved the fridge cause a pen fell behind it and I rolled it over the vent, that must have pushed stuff out of place." The jury rig fix took only five minutes. "I'll have to pull it down and redo the hangers," Jeff said as he left.
On Saturday, with Tom off at the University studying and Monica watching TV in the living room, Jeff "fixed" the vent and installed the new cameras. The new one was directly over the head of Tom's bed, the lens peeping through a hole left unused when Jeff installed a new hanger. In the vent, the camera mount was glued to the metal and the data and power cables made their way through the HVAC vents back to the study. Testing it later that afternoon showed the video to be excellent but the audio was kind of echoy and, if the furnace was running, the sound of the air made the audio almost unrecognizable. The other camera replaced the one under the window ledge. Both cameras were absolutely state of the art-15 megapixels with both auto and manual focus and an 8:1 electronic zoom and pan. All of the cameras were on 24-7 but the processor detected motion so images were only written to the 2 TB HDD if a room was occupied. This allowed for the storage of a weeks worth of video before anything was overwritten.
The video, both stored and real time, was available through the house's Wi-Fi and over the internet through a PGP encrypted portal and an AES triple pass key. It would take a major effort by the NSA to break through the codes if that was even possible. Of course, the portal was not visible-you had to know the static IP address and get to it through a command line interface. If you didn't know the IP, you'd have no way of knowing it existed.
Next was to set us a real test-and that wasn't too difficult.
Tom came back to the house around six as Jeff and Monica were just sitting down to dinner.
"Alright if I cook something while you guys eat?" he asked.
"No problem," Jeff replied.
The three made small talk as Tom warmed up some soup in the microwave and made himself a sandwich. Then, when he sat down to join them, Jeff had the idea.
"Tom, do you have any plans for tonight?"
"I don't know, maybe some gaming."
Jeff looked at his daughter and smiled. "How bout you do me a favor? Little Mona here (she hated being called 'Mona') has been bugging me to take her to the new "Hunger Games" movie. I couldn't stand the first one...would you volunteer?"
Monica broke into a big smile, as did Tom while Jeff reached for his wallet.
"OK," Tom said, trying to be nonchalant.
Jeff took out two $20 bills. "That ought to cover tickets and some popcorn. I'm pretty bushed after this week and, well, I'll probably hit the sack early."
It was an 8:30 showing-they'd be home around 11. Jeff sat up in his room until he heard the car in the driveway, then quickly turned off the lights and got into bed. Two minutes later Monica quietly opened the door.
"Daddy, we're home," she said into the dark room.
"Huh, oh," Jeff sat up and stared at the clock. "Have a good time honey?"
"Yeah."
"Well, good night." Jeff lay back down.
"Night Daddy."
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